"I want to put an ad in the newspaper." Jaejoong peeked out the corner of his eye, watching as Changmin flipped another page of his new novel, completely not listening to his hyung. He scowled and continued to talk aloud. "It'll run for a whole month."

Not listening.

"It'll say, 'Wanted: gorgeous new lover for lonesome kpop idol.'"

Still not listening.

"'Pretty black hair that falls into eyes. Beautiful black pools of desire as said eyes. Arms strong enough to lift me at night to take us to bed.'"

Nothing.

"'Jeans painted onto long legs. Abs-'"

"I suggest changing the kpop idol part to something else," Changmin noted, flipping another page, eyes still glued onto the book. "We might get a stampede of fangirls and fanboys at our door, and I just had the landlord fix the stairs. You might also want to reconsider the flowery wording. Ads can be rather expensive nowadays, and they're by the word."

"ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO FIGHT FOR ME OR WHAT?!"

One delicate eyebrow lifted, and the brown eyes that always set Jaejoong's nerves on fire locked onto him. "You assume I'm even going to allow this ad to run?"

"...yes."

"You're funny." And that was it; he went back to his novel.

"I HATE YOU!"

"No, you don't." Idle flip of a page.

"YES. YES, I DO."

"I'm pretty sure you screamed something different altogether last night." Pause. "And earlier this morning." Another pause. "And just thirty minutes ago."

Jaejoong grumbled. "Yeah, well...up yours, too."